


Mistletoe

by Kattwyllie



Category: Law & Order: SVU
Genre: Christmas, Explicit Language, F/F, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Smut
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-09
Updated: 2020-12-09
Packaged: 2021-03-09 20:28:52
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,272
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27972383
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Kattwyllie/pseuds/Kattwyllie
Relationships: Rita Calhoun/Reader
Comments: 2
Kudos: 21





	Mistletoe

“Arrggghhh!” The strangled cry from your office gained Rita’s attention as she’d crossed through the firm back to her own, the vision of your cell phone going flying through the room causing her to pause, leaning against the door frame.

“Barba driving you insane? Or do you have one of those clients I warned you about?” She smirked softly. Your huffed out a sigh, looking across at her, annoyance ever president on your face.

“I would rather be dealing with a very guilty baby killer than this right now.” You groaned, running your heads over your face before it dropped to the desk in front of you.

“What’s going on?” Rita moved into your office easily, swinging the door shut behind her. 

From the moment you’d started at her firm the two of you had become friends, you had a ferociousness that she rarely saw in new lawyers, and you were one that immediately started to work for the defence. You still had your morals, but you knew where to draw the line, knowing exactly what situations you were getting into before you got into them. Rita was more than okay with spilling a few of her overflow clients your way, and amazed at the way you managed to defend them perfectly in a courtroom. She particularly loved the way you absolutely eviscerated Barba nearly every time you went up against him. Despite the age gap the two of you had gotten along swimmingly, even more than the others in the firm, usually spending working lunches together, or pursuing drinks after work as a way to wind down. It’d been nearly four years and honestly, you were some of the closest friends the other had after so long in the industry.

“My _fucking_ Mother.” You groaned, rolling your eyes, nodding a thanks as Rita dropped the tossed cell phone back onto your desk. “Every year since I was in high school it’s like a goddamn sin if I don’t bring someone home for Christmas and I am _sick_ of it.” Rita chuckled softly, “two years ago I bribed Jensen to come with me in an attempt to piss of my parents and they barely flinched when I told them he was someone from work..who got off on a technicality for three homicides. They only cared that he was a nice enough looking man!” Rita nearly howled at that, 

“You brought a fucking serial killer to your house on Christmas?!”

“It wasn’t _my_ house!” You shrugged, “besides, you always told me they’re much more likely to go after the D.A’s not those defending them.”

“I didn’t mean they were okay to bring home to mom and dad!” She countered, a laugh echoing through the room as she perched herself on the side of your desk. You let out a hefty sigh, 

“I’m just at the point where I honestly don’t give a fuck. I don’t want to go home at all but if I don’t, I’ll have my brother at my goddamn door on Christmas Eve ready to drive me up to Danbury no questions asked. I just..want to piss them off past no belief. Bring someone home who they don’t expect, even if it’s not real, just fuck them up enough they’ll finally shut up for a few years.”

“Have you ever brought home a woman?” She asked.

“Yes. I tried that. They know I’ve fought for years that I much prefer women, they just don’t seem to get it. The last girl I brought home they were convinced was just my friend. Though she was too chicken for any amount of P.D.A, I don’t even know if she was out to her family. Clearly that one didn’t last too long.” You rolled your eyes again as Rita chuckled.

“Well…what about someone substantially older than you?”

“Rita,” you laughed, “I think all the men from sugar daddy apps have their _own_ families to be with on Christmas.”

“I have no obligation to see mine.” Your head cocked as you looked up at her, a brow raised.

“Are you offering to come with me?”

“All you have to do is ask.” She smirked. You dropped your pen, cupping one of her hands in yours as you gave her the best fake puppy dog eyes you could muster.

“Rita Calhoun, will you be my fake girlfriend this Christmas to piss of my horribly fucking annoying family?”

“I’d love to.” You laughed when she bent forward, kissing your head playfully before hopping off your desk, “You’re in luck too, I’m a high upgrade from a convicted serial killer.”

“Not convicted! I got him off.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“Not like that!” She cackled as she dodged the stapler you hucked at her, safely escaping your office.

*

“You sure you’re fine not seeing your family?” You asked, eyes trained on the road.

“I am more than okay with it.” Rita replied, “This will be far more entertaining than sitting around being asked when I’m going to finally have a kid and being told that time’s starting to run out.”

“Oh God, this shit never ends, does it?” You glanced over at her, noting the laugh on her face.

“It really doesn’t. And I am more than content just being Aunt Rita.”

“Yeah you can mark me down for staying as the fun wine Aunt any day.” The other woman chuckled at your remark.

“How many kids are going to be there today?”

“Two. Cassy’s six, Maggie just turned one. Both my younger sister’s kids, my brother’s the baby of the family and somehow gets out of the constant questioning of when he’s settling down. They’re good kids, I mean…the baby’s…”

“A baby?”

“Exactly. I mean, she’ll be walking now…I think? Fuck if I know how kids work.” You laughed, “It was horrible last year, like, no..I don’t want to hold her, she looks like an alien. Can I please have more wine?”

“Agreed completely.”

The conversation varied between a few other things, you ran over any basics of your family, how Christmas dinner was usually structured. The drive was just over an hour, but the roads were already starting to turn, it’d been snowing since noon and honestly part of you was praying it would get worse and you could bail before you even got there. Then again, you’d miss out on the fun that was torturing your parents with this whole façade.

You pulled into the driveway behind the car that you knew was your brother’s, knowing his plan was usually to drink heavily and crash in his old room. Since you knew the weather wasn’t going to be great, (and while your little Toyota did just fine in the city when you needed it, it didn’t deal well with highways full of snow) you’d suggested bringing overnight bags just in case. You grabbed your bag, along with the bag nearly overflowing with presents and head Rita to the door, thankful it was unlocked and you wouldn’t need to deal with keys.

“Hi!” You called into the house, dumping your bag in the sitting room off to the right, motioning for Rita to follow suit. Kicking off your shoes you heard a pattering of small feet as you started undoing your coat.

“Auntie!” Cassy yelped in glee as she raced towards you, hands outstretched. You were lucky enough you caught her wrists in time, stopping her half a foot away thanks to the icing nearly coating her hands.

“Woah…let’s keep those sticky hands _away_ from the Prada, baby.” You plopped a kiss to her head, turning her in your arms, “How about you go wash up and then you’ll get a hug?” Rita chuckled at the entire interaction, knowing she would’ve done the exact same thing. Your brother popped around the corner next, beer already in his hand, 

“Hey.” He gave you a one armed hug, a quick kiss on the cheek as he grabbed the presents from you. His eyes moved behind you to Rita, extending a hand, “Patrick.” She gave a quick greeting in reply before he turned back to you, “Mom’s gonna fucking kill you.”

“At this point I’m _purposely_ trying to give her an aneurysm.” You joked, reaching for Rita’s hand as you moved into the vast combo living and dining room. 

“Ma! We’re all here now!” Patrick called out, dropping the bag of gifts at the foot of the tree, he shot you a smirk as your Mother called back from the kitchen.

“Oh excellent! Y/N I can’t wait to meet the wonderful young man you’v-“ She cut herself off suddenly as she moved through the kitchen doorway, her eyes landing on you and Rita hand in hand. You giggled softly, wrapping your free arm around Rita’s bicep, snuggling against her briefly before kissing her cheek.

“This is Rita. She’s one of the senior partners at the firm, hell, she’s one of the _best_ defence attorneys in the city.” You redirected your attention to Rita, gesturing “My Mom, Lisa.”

“It’s…so nice to meet you.” Your Mom gave a small smile alongside her greeting.

“Likewise. I’ve heard wonderful things. Thank you so much for having us tonight, I know how hectic the holidays can be.” She smiled softly, “Your daughter is…truly magnificent. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Turning to you Rita cupped your cheek with her free hand, gently nuzzling against your nose before kissing the tip of it, “She’s an incredible asset to the firm as well, she does _fantastic_ work.”

“Oh stop…” you playfully feigned embarrassment, ducking to kiss her shoulder.

“Well..” Your Mother broke into the moment again, “Drinks?”

“Oh yes please!” You followed her into the kitchen, leaving Rita in the capable hands of your brother to make quick introductions as the rest of the family made their way into the room. 

You handed Rita a glass of Pinot as you returned, dropping down onto the couch beside her, kissing her cheek gently. She nuzzled into it, smiling warmly at you before returning back to the conversation, her free hand draped across your thigh with ease. You had to give it to her, she was damn good at this, it was more believable than the actual girlfriend you’d brought a few years back. Though you knew she enjoyed the chaotic ness of the entire thing just as much as you did.

The family socialized and caught up for a bit while your parents finished up dinner, your Dad popping in to greet your ‘girlfriend’ briefly before turning back to the kitchen. There were a few offers to help, but the only one they took was for your brother to come carve the turkey once it was done. Drinks were flowing and the festive mood easily sunk into the room as the group moved from the living room to the dining room table, multiple comments about how everything looked and smelt wonderful spoken through the room. The clattering of dishes and muted conversation took over as the food was passed around the table before everyone was settled in beginning to eat.

“So, Rita.” Your father began, both of your faces glancing up towards the man, “I hear you work with y/n at the firm?”

“Yes.” She smiled softly, glancing back to you quickly with warmth in her eyes, “It’s how we met.”

“How long have you been practicing law?”

“Long enough.” She shot you a wink you were barely able to hold back a giggle, the act in full play now.

“What made you want to start with the defence?” Your Mother asked, you rolled your eyes and shot a look at Patrick, she’d always been fighting you on your choice.

“Oh I actually started with the prosecution.” Her free hand squeezed at yours on the table as her attention turned back to you, “I commend y/n for diving right into the deep end, not a lot of people can handle it and she does absolutely incredible.”

“I just don’t know how you do it, I mean, standing up for criminals-“ You couldn’t help but cut your Mom off.

“Really? Cause that’s not how you felt when one was sitting at your dinner table Mom.”

“Oh sweetheart he wasn’t convicted, you said so yourself.” You snorted, 

“That just means I did a _damn_ good job, it doesn’t mean he wasn’t guilty.” You shot a glare toward her, “You gave a literal criminal your best behaviour without giving him the second degree and I’d appreciate if you did the same for the woman I love.” You held back the smirk at her near gasp at your drop of the L word, smiling at the way Rita leaned in to kiss the side of your head softly.

Your Mother stopped with the bullshit after that, and instead of the awkward small talk grilling that you knew would normally ensue, the conversation flowed between everyone at the table. You teased your brother relentlessly over a number of things, did your best to listen as the six year old chattered through multiple stories that made zero sense whatsoever, and internally groaned as your brother in law droned on about his car dealership.

Once everyone was finishing up, you and Patrick took on the normal roles of starting to tear down the table. Your sister and Mom wrangled the kids into the living room with promises of chocolates while your Father and brother in law headed outside to indulge in some cigars. You were in the midst of scooping potatoes into multiple Tupperware containers for everyone to take home when Patrick popped up beside you.

“So…what’s the deal here? You guys are just friends…or fuck buddies…and you wanted to screw with Mom?”

“Oh my God Pat!” You rolled your eyes, rinsing out the dish before putting in the dishwasher, “What, you wanna know cause you wanna take her home?”

“I mean…she’s hot.” You smacked him with a spatula, a look of disgust on your face.

“Patrick! Stop! Not gonna happen!”

“So you are actually together?” He smirked as you shot him a glare.

“Darling is he hassling you?” Rita’s voice broke through the kitchen, she gently wrapped her arms around you as you dolled out stuffing into containers, kissing the back of your neck.

“No…” you turned in her arms, your voice lowering so no one would overhear “and honestly, you can drop the act in front of Pat.” You turned to your brother, “cause if he even so much as hints to it being fake I’ll tell Mom about the three separate abortions he paid for this year.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“You know I would!” Before he could rertort, or before Rita’s arms dropped from your waist your Mom popped into the kitchen, 

“When you’re done with that will you be a dear and bring some refills out?”

“Pat’s on it!” You called back, shooting him a glare. He scowled at you, knowing you weren’t about to let up on your threat, and knowing you…you had the reciepts to prove it. He wasn’t about to try and fight it out with a criminal lawyer. You let out a quiet groan, your head dropping to Rita’s shoulder briefly, “I’m so sorry to drag you into this, I should’ve just sucked it up and dealt with it myself.”

“You kidding me?” She chuckled, “We made it through dinner without anyone screaming or making any horrible comments. All things considered this is one the better Christmases I’ve been to, fake or real.”

“Thanks.” You gave her a soft smile, turning back to the counter as she moved beside you.

“You need any help?”

“That’d be great.” You slid her the empty stuffing bowl, “if you can toss these in the dishwasher, rinse it if it needs it.”

“‘Course.” She shot you a smile as you picked up the dish of carrots, dolling portions out between the containers. When the two of you had finished you refilled your wine glasses with a heavy hand, Rita shooting you a knowing glance as she grasped your hand once again before entering the living room. 

Cassy basically cheered, knowing it was present time once everyone was back all together. Your hand brushed Rita’s hair over her shoulder as you relaxed back agaisnt the couch, making sure it didn’t get trapped. Your fingers softly tracing the side of her cheek before her lips gently met your palm, the look of fake adoration in her eyes. The longer the night went on the more you realized how much acting really was part of a defence attorney’s job. You were impressed by both of your performances, realizing how similar it was to convince a jury a perp was innocent or convince your family you were in a relationship.

Most of the presents were for the kids, a few gift cards or specifically asked for things for the adults. Your parents always said they never wanted anything so they ended up with a few bottles of wine or bourbon that usually got indulged into that evening. Your arm was wrapped around Rita’s shoulder, your hand softly stroking her arm as conversation flowed between everyone as the kids explored their presents. You shifted slightly, curling your legs under yourself as you leant into Rita’s embrace, kissing her shoulder softly right before she kissed your forehead, your older sister making a quiet comment about how adorable you were. 

You could practically feel your parents tensing at how comfortable you were around each other, realizing that they weren’t exactly going to get rid of Rita anytime soon. The family tradition was to watch the live action Grinch, Cassy’s favourite, once presents were done and you sunk even deeper into the couch, humming over a sip of wine as the movie started. 

Not surprisingly, Cassy passed out halfway through, snoring gently in a turkey and sugar induced coma. Your sister was already snuggling the baby against her chest, and you knew your Dad was about two minutes away from waking everyone up with his snoring from the lounger. As your sister started to wrangle everyone up you nudged Rita softly, mentioning that you should head out. 

That was of course until the door was opened, the thick blanket of snow that had been there when you arrived increased by at least a foot. You let out a hefty sigh, your brother in law had an huge SUV with four wheel drive..and they still lived in town, they’d have no problem getting home. But..as suspected, you were trapped, at least overnight. Your parents said goodbye to those who were leaving, and then quickly said goodnight to the remaining three of you before heading upstairs.

“Rumple?” Patrick turned to you, a daring look in his eye already.

“Really?” You rolled your eyes, “You can’t seriously still be drinking that shit.”

“Oh come on! It’s tradition, he dragged you over to the liquor cabinet, “two shots each, that was the deal.” You shot Rita a sympathetic glance as your brother pulled out shot glasses.

“Fine. But then you’re on your own, we’re going to bed.”

“Fine with me.” He grinned sliding two full shot glasses over to each of you, “Merry Christmas.” The three of you cheersed the first round before throwing it back, a series of grimaces as the liquor burned down your throats. Patrick chuckled as he instantly picked up the second glass, causing the two of you to curse at him, doing your best to toss back the second shot. You grabbed his hand as it moved back to the bottle, 

“No! I said two was the deal. You do whatever you want, but it’s bedtime for the grown ups.” He laughed, moving back to the table where he grabbed the open bottle of wine.

“Fine…but you’re missing out.”

“Sure…” you teased, “on watching my idiot brother get so drunk he pukes at our parents house at the tender age of twenty nine…sounds great.” Rita outwardly laughed at that, the smile remaining on her face as you grasped at her hand, moving her from the living room. You grabbed your bags from the sitting room, leading her upstairs to your bedroom. 

You were ever so blessed that your childhood room hadn’t held onto all of its nostalgia, your parents converting it mainly into a guest room, especially since you did your best to not come home. The twin bed replaced with a gorgeous queen, the boy band posters replaced with a few pieces of tasteful art. 

“This is…surprisingly nice.” Rita joked, smiling back at you, causing you to laugh.

“The perks of being the black sheep, I get the nicely done guest room while Patrick’s stuck sleeping in a twin bed with ninja turtle sheets.” She laughed as you flicked on the bedside lamp, moving back to shut the bedroom door. 

“You know…your family’s less chaotic than I thought.” She began as you moved into the en-suite, shrugging out of your cardigan, “I mean..your brother could definitely be an issue, but there weren’t any huge fights.” You returned to the doorframe, makeup wipe in your hand, 

“That doesn’t mean they didn’t expect a man to show up with me that they could try to force on me.” You barely noticed Rita’s eyes flashing up quickly above you back to you gaze,

“It certainly doesn’t….” she smirked, “your room’s been booby trapped.” Your face scrunched at her before you glanced upwards, spying the mistle toe pinned to the ceiling. You cocked a brow at her, noticing the innocent gleam in her eye, 

“I mean..it is tradition..”

“If you insist.” She smirked, taking the half step to close the space between you. Your breath hitched as her lips met yours. The kiss was gentle, a test of the waters, your lips moving with grace as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you to her. You practically moaned against her mouth as her teeth nipped at your lower lip, the sensation shooting through your body before you lightly pulled away.

“You know…” You raised a brow as your hands trailed down her arms, “I can think of another thing that would _definitely_ piss of my parents.”

“Is that so?” You gave a knowing nod before letting out a soft moan, a soft _‘oh fuck’_ barely echoing through the room. “Oh darling….” Rita smirked, “I know you can do better than that.” 

“Why don’t you make me?” She chuckled at your bratty response, her lips kissing down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as your hands grasped at her sweater, the noises coming out of already more than your fake ones. Her hand cupped your chin, brining your gaze back to hers, “but only if you want it.”

“I do.” You barely got the words out before launching against her, your lips crashing against hers with ferocity.

Your hands moved swiftly, tugging at every inch of fabric covering the others skin before you dropped into Rita’s lap on the bed. Your hands trailed up her sides, cupping her chest, a groan escaping your lips as her mouth wrapped around one of yours, whining at the feel of her teeth scraping against your nipple. Your hand dug into the roots of her hair, pulling tightly resulting in a moan from the other woman as you felt a hand trail down your body, toying with the hem of your panties. You managed to pull yourself away from her glorious mouth, barely able to clamber off her lap, 

“Wait…” She gave you a confused look as you nearly stumbled to your closet, digging through a few piles before you returned with a shoebox, “help yourself.” You smirked, dropping into her lap again.

“You keep sex toys at your parent’s house?” She teased.

“My family’s stressful!” You swatted at her shoulder, “and this is the easiest way to beat stress.” Rita kissed you softly, though nearly sucking the sass out of you as you chased her lips when she pulled away.

“Well, I can help you with that darling…” You watched as one of her hands dug through the limited box for a moment before the other gently closed around your jaw, redirecting your attention to her face, “eyes here.” 

A smirk splayed across your lips as the two of you continued to play for power, your lips kissing down her jaw, teeth gently biting across her neck, relishing in the soft whimpers she let out before her free hand shoved down your panties.

“You better be good for me..” Rita’s lips pecked soft kisses across your chest, your cheeks your lips, you could barely contain yourself, the tantalizing feeling of her hands tracing along your bare skin torturing you before her hand finally fell between your legs. 

You practically buried yourself into her shoulder as her hand cupped your heat, a groan louder than you expected leaving your lips as the tips of her fingers ever so slowly swiped throug your folds. You nearly shuddered against her as she circled your clit with your juices, wrapping your arms tighter around her neck, thrusting your hips toward her hand.

“So needy sweetheart…” she murmured, nipping at your earlobe, “you want to fuck my fingers?”

“Yes…” you breathed out, probably too quickly, “yes please.”

“All you had to do was ask darling.” Rita’s lips softly hit your shoulder as her fingers delved into your folds again. A solo digit sunk into your heat, the two of you both groaning at the feeling. You were lost in a sense of euphoria as Rita slowly began to plunge in and out of you, easily adding a second digit, curling to hit the spongey spot inside of you. 

She on the other hand felt your breath picking up at the feeling of your pussy clenching around her, the sounds you were making ever so clear that you were having the time of your fucking life with simply two fingers. You started to lift your hips up, rolling them back down against her hand while you braced yourself on her shoulders, your pace increasing while your nails dug into her skin more and your moans increased volume. At this point you weren’t thinking about anything but how wonderful Rita’s hand felt against you, how badly you wanted to make her feel the same.

A loud gasp left your lips as you realized what she’d grabbed from the toy box, a small vibe that fit as a ring wrapped around her thumb . Though the vibe itself wasn’t what was doing it, it was the way she moved it on your clit, rotating positions and patterns as her fingers continued to pump inside of you, her mouth swallowing as many of your yelps as she could, her own groans escaping as you found your teeth burning into her skin. You shuddered heavily against her, doing your best to muffle your cries into her shoulder as you jolted away from the vibe. You felt the fire within you burst like never before, a rush of juices practically shooting from your cunt. 

It took a few moments, Rita letting you calm down before she pulled her fingers from you. Your hand shot out, grasping her wrist in your hand, bringing her dripping fingers to your lips, your eyes not straying from hers as you sucked them clean.

With barely a second to think, you battled for dominance, flipping Rita fully onto the bed, tugging her pants down as you crawled down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in your wake. You nippled heavily at her inner thigh, she nearly swatted at your hand before your tongue swiped through her pussy. You sunk yourself in faster than you could imagine, sucking out the juices easily, smirking against her at the fact that getting you off turned her on this much. Your mouth fucked her with ease, grinning as the soft moans she let out, the way her hands clenched into your hair. You moved your lips up to her clit, knowing it wouldn’t take long now, tongue flicking against the swollen nub as you slipped a finger in, curling just where she needed it. Rita let out the best of a quiet yelp as her thighs quaked around you, her breath panting heavily. You softly kissed her thigh, trailing yourself up her body until you collapsed beside her, kissing her shoulder softly, humming in appreciation as her lips hit your head.

“Safe to say I have no complaints about this Christmas.” Rita laughed at your remark, curling around your body.

“Neither do I.” Her lips hit your bare shoulder softly before you bid each other good night, easily drifting off.

*

You awoke the next morning to the feeling of tingling up and down your side, the touch trailing down your waist, your hips nearly rolling at the ghost of a touch. When you felt the arm around you, rolling you to face them, you remembered, cracking your eyes open at Rita, a smirk on her face as her hands traced your still naked form.

“Morning.” You murmured, she smiled back at you, pecking you gently.

“I’d hoped I’d get to wake you up with this.”

“Hmm..” your hands buried into her hair as her lips traced a path down your body, “With wha-“ You were suddenly cut off at the feel of her mouth against your lower lips. You couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth, holy shit did she know what she was doing. Rita’s tongue swiped through your cunt, lapping at your juices, her lips wrapping around your clit as her fingers toyed with your g spot. Your whimpers did their best to stay quiet as your hips thrusted up, doing your best to keep from fucking her face. You felt electrified, the coil in you building faster than ever, your hips shot up off the bed, your free hand clamping over your mouth as your practically shrieked against it. Your body vibrating on the mattress, Rita gave a soft kiss to your stomach before dropping on the bed beside you.

“Best breakfast I’ve ever had.” You laughed, smacking her hip, still unable to form words, taking a few more minutes of heaving breath before you spoke.

“Fuck Rita….” You rolled your head to face her, “you’re really fucking good at that.”

“So I hear.” You both laughed at her response. You slowly sat up, crossing to the window as you pulled the curtains back.

“Looks like it’s mainly melted. You wanna shower here or just head back to the city?”

“I know how much you want to get out of here, let’s go.”

“And this is why you’re my favourite.” You laughed, kissing her cheek quickly while the two of you moved throughout the room, tossing each other clothes until you were fully dressed.

You half jogged down the stairs, collecting everything you needed. Rita thanked your parents again for having her before they disappeared to the family room. You plucked a fresh pop tart straight out of Patrick’s hand yelling something about a happy new year while he turned towards the door,

“Doesn’t your girlfriend want breakfast?” He shot to back to you.

“Oh I already ate, don’t worry about it.” She smirked in response.

Confusion took over your brother’s face in the time it took the two of you to dart out of the house, laughing at what you knew would be his reaction.

Christmas this year certainly was a successful one, even if it was unconventional.


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